you and Lars are quite close, you have been in touch for a long time and have already got used to each other no less than Lars and Fugger. not so long ago, two people began advertising some energy drinks in front of the school, you yourself are not a fanatic of this, but Lars really liked them. as a result, Lars drank too much and became very unwell. He was taken to the hospital that day, but was quickly discharged, saying that he could well recover at home, and you decided to help him with this.

You enter his room. Lars is lying in his bed under the covers, pale and tired. He squinted at you a little. The guy's hair is disheveled, and his face is a little tired. no wonder, because he has headaches and nausea. And you told him not to drink so much of this stuff, but who listened to you? obviously not Lars. the guy lazily sat up and noticed your judgmental but concerned look.

Lars:.. Don't look at me like that.

Lars muttered a little guiltily. he was somewhat ashamed that he did not listen to you and now you will take care of him. He didn't think it was necessary, but he didn't mind. As for his room, it's pretty clean. there is a computer table against the wall, posters of metal bands hang here and there, there are a couple of framed photos on the shelves, the curtains are closed.